The exile | Here always laughing is the sky

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by Giuseppe Torre

Translation © by Dennis Gotkowski

L'esule

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Our translations: ENG

Qui sempre ride il cielo,
qui verde ognor la fronda,
qui del ruscello l'onda
dolce mi scorre al pie';
ma questo suol non è
la Patria mia.

Qui nell'azzurro flutto
sempre si specchia il sole;
i gigli e le viole
crescono intorno a me;
ma questo suol non è
la Patria mia

Le vergini son vaghe
come le fresche rose
che al loro crin compose
amor pegno di fe';
ma questo suol non è
la Patria mia.

Nell'Itale contrade
è una città Regina;
la Ligure marina
sempre le bagna il pie'.
La ravvisate, ell'è
la Patria mia.

Text Authorship:

by Giuseppe Torre [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Gioacchino Antonio Rossini (1792 - 1868), "L'esule" [tenor and piano], from Péchés de vieillesse, Vol III: Morceaux réservés, no. 2. [ sung text verified 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Dennis Gotkowski) , title 1: "The exile", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Dennis Gotkowski

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 97

The exile

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

Here always laughing is the sky,
here ever green is the bough,
here the brook's wave
sweetly flows over my feet;
but this soil is not
my homeland.

Here in the blue wave
always reflected is the sun;
the lilies and the violets
grow around me;
but this soil is not
my homeland.

The virgins are pretty,
like the fresh roses
from which they make for their hair
tokens of their faithful love;
but this soil is not
my homeland.

In the Italian countryside
there is a queen among cities;
the Ligurian coast
always bathes your feet.
You recognize it, it is
my homeland.

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Based on:

a text in Italian (Italiano) by Giuseppe Torre
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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-23
Line count: 24
Word count: 104